The Dream

From the mouth of the ocean and the eye of the wave
You erupt in my being and leap from my grave;
A lover so gloomy, yet dreadfully bright
You're clothed with darkness but crowned with light.
You come in the spark, you soar with the fire
The mist is your pillow, the tornado your choir;
I will kiss you to sleep on the wild ocean crest
A sleeping volcano, an earthquake at rest.
When you feel the earth move under your feet
The sun will bathe you with her sultry heat;
Let not the stars dim the light in your eyes
Let not my passion find you unwise,
For all that you are is to be all that you can
For you are the dream, you are my man.

Another beautiful Poem from your sweet and wonderful pens my friend. There are pleasing depths in this lovely write in which many things appears to be floating together. Great one and a sweet one as well. Love and best wishes .... Ravindra

Ps. * Just wished to stop back by, my dear Beautiful Elizabeth * Not only to inform your gifted and lovely beauty that I admire very much your treasures gifted verse and loving heart but also I do see, to dispell dear John's statement below in regards as unto myself -- Smile * My luv always and forever, John *